Sunday morning at Grandma’s. The smell of the roast beef wafting up the stairs,
Uncle preparing the veg before he went to the pub to meet some friends.
Mam and us arriving with my brother. Mum shouting ‘Tell me you are up my lad?’,
‘Coming mum’ I shouted, ‘You would lie in bed all day if you could! Get dressed and
come downstairs right now’.
Downstairs I went, straight to Grandma. ‘Grandma can I help you make the
Yorkshire puddings?’. ‘Only if you are a good boy and take your brother to Sunday
school’. ‘Will do’ I say and hurry to the bathroom to get washed and then into the
bedroom to put on my shoes.
Coming back from Sunday school I could not wait to help Grandma make the
Yorkshire puddings. Flour, eggs, milk and a dash of vinegar, that was Grandma’s
secret ingredient. Then beating all the ingredients together. The smell of the
Yorkshire pubs baking in the oven was wonderful.
Uncle coming back from the pub, veg on the table, meat carved, then at long last the
Yorkshire puds. Well, that’s that. Lovely jubbly!